Vision the First
It is a little seaside town, populated with a few Matoran and three Toa. It is a peaceful place, but not a place that many people know about; mostly just its inhabitants, a visitor or two... and a darker presence.
We now move on to that very presence, which shall also be referred to as an "it" throughout this Vision... though this "it" is not the same.
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It is present, always seeing, always knowing. It is not male, it is not female, and it is most certainly not a Toa.
It may be in the darkness at the base of the hills, at the root of the world, but it can see the whole of the town, and all of the inhabitants. How oblivious they are, and their minds so easy to use... except for one.
It manipulates the first Toa's mind without a trace of an effort, willing her to turn and see a Matoran floundering about in the protodermis ocean, and rescue the idiotic fisher. How gracelessly she and her Matoran move. How little of the world's precious darkness hang about their forms. These obvious facts disgust it.
It turns its attention to the second Toa, influencing him to see the same problem and assist his fellow Toa. He and his Matoran are as disappointingly lacking in darkness as the first, and just as clumsy and flawed.
It now shifts its attention to the third Toa. He is the only one with whom it is pleased. It takes no more effort to read his mind than the others, but it sees darkness in him, and great potential for more darkness. He has no Matoran. He walks alone, along the emptiest roads, on the loneliest beaches. But there is something in his memories. Perhaps something about happier days, days not underlined in darkness. But strangely, it cannot read those early memories of his.
This Time, as on the Times before, and stretching back through the billions of years, the third Toa begins to approach the other Toa. He wears the same grim expression as always, and none but it can sense the change underneath his exterior.
"Hello, all," he says, without a trace of interest. "How goes your work?"
The other two glare at him. They cannot yet answer him, for they have not yet gained their breath again. The Matoran who had fallen into the sea sits dazed beside them.
The third Toa continues without waiting for an answer. "Have you yet decided?"
"No," replies the first Toa, finally catching her breath. "Who knows what kind of energy could be within that vault?" Beside her, the Matoran stirs.
It knows about the vault. It has known about it since it was first made, long before the world was joined, long before the three Toa came and built the seaside town. There is energy indeed inside of the vault, behind those flat grey doors. It was not meant to be opened. But it is a Time, as with the Times before. It will be opened, whatever its purpose may have been.
The third Toa's frown deepens, his angled eyes darkening behind his mask. "I have for myself. If you two will not assist me, I shall open it myself."
The second Toa looks shocked, his eyes widening in a picture of surprise. "What are you thinking? You'll kill yourself, maybe even all of us."
The third Toa smiles coldly. "All in the name of science." He turns and strides off, along the Silverroad in the middle of the village, to the other side of the town, where the vault is buried. The others stare uncomprehendingly after him -
how very foolish they are, it thinks disgustedly,
not like their brother at all - then they realize, and run after him.
But he is ahead of them. He stands in front of the gate, running his hands over the fading symbols etched there, once upon a time so very very long ago, never for the benefit of Toa's eyes yet before them now. He hears the others, but continues his work uninterruptedly, his hands finally lighting on twin symbols near the middle of the door.
He turns to his one-time allies, staring them malevolently in the face. "You said it could not be done, that it should not be done, and that it would not be done. Not so very long ago was that. It reminds me of the days when I trusted you, and how that all ended. Hundreds died for your secrets, and I was nearly among them. Not today. Not anymore. The scientific truth shall prevail." He turns back to the doors and places his palms on the twin symbols, beginning to send his silvery twilight energy into the graven images. The other two lunge for him, nearly reach him, but they are too late.
The doors swing inward, and the third Toa steps inside. The others back away as they see what is inside: swirling, boiling clouds and bolts and flickers of energy, all colors and hues. But as the third Toa walks into the energy clouds, they swirl a last time, calm, and turn a shimmering silver. They wrap around the Toa's form like smoke or cloth. And he is unharmed.
He begins to step towards them, more lightly than either of the other two remember his footfalls being before. "So, it was dangerous, was it? It destroyed our town, and the world, and all of us? Your collective judgement has failed again, as it did so many years ago. What reason have I to trust you for another thousand years?"
As he receives no reply, he raises his hands. "It is finally time for action."
The silver energy scissors away from his form and shoots towards the other two, beginning to change color slightly again. But even as the cloud of energy reaches them, and they try to dodge away, it knows that the energy cloud will not harm them. It has known, it knows, and it will know. The world is at a Time, as with the Times before, and everything happens the same way in every cycle.
The energy-cloud hovers in the air before the three of them, and begins to grow larger and more agitated. There is no sign that the energy will stop expanding, but only the third Toa realizes what is wrong. He stares up into the energy, and whispers to himself. "This is a Time. This cloud and the energies therein, they are the energy of time. And it is a Time!" He finally knows everything. "I have created a loop, just as I always do every Time, every cycle." He sends the tendrils of his mind outward, his darkness reaching out and finding the only other one who knows what he knows: it. It would smile, if it could, but instead it just sends a single word back to him.
Time.He thinks back.
This is Time? This is a cycle? He asks it the same thing every cycle, and each cycle of Time it answers the same.
This is Time. This is your fault. This will always be your fault. It feels nothing.
In the final moments of the Time, he realizes that the Times will always be his fault, and that the Times will never stop, and that the Times will always happen the same way.
So the next cycle begins. As with every Time, so with this Time. You cannot stop Time. You must merely let it work. It watches him in the final moments of the Time.
The whole world is filled with the energy-cloud of time now. And as it turns the clock back to the beginning...
"No..." the third Toa whispers. But his realization is far too late.
The universe shatters and restarts. And there is nobody but it to watch.
And it does so, for there is nothing else to do.